Monday night I had the scariest experience ~ First, I woke up from a dead sleep, choking on my own spit. Seriously? How does this happen? So I cough myself to breathing again, and then go back to sleep. That's where the scary dream started. I was dreaming that I was sleeping in my bed and a ghost was trying to kill me {suddenly the choking made sense, in a very frightening way}. In the dream, I was being poked by the ghost and when I'd open my eyes the bathroom light would be on. Then the next time I'd open my eyes, my closet lights were on. The next time, cabinet doors were open...and on it went. Suddenly I was a little kid and the only thing I could think to do was to get to my dad. I just couldn't get out of bed and run there. It doesn't sound too freaky as I type this, but I was terrified.
Suddenly I hear my husband say in a very monotone voice, "Hey, you're yelling."
I was never more relived to be awake. I yelled, "I'm so scared" and I kinda got the giggles because of his response.
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